Chapter 64

In few days a warden approached Mr. Fanny’s cubicle and called, “Fanny!” and when he answered the prison warden waved him over, “You are needed!” The warden said and opened his bars.

Soon Mr. Fanny was staring at a red-haired, skinny, busty, white Mexican escort, who was well seated on the bed with her pale tiny legs crossed, rarely covering hot slender thighs that were unavoidable. When Mr Fanny entered the private room, he paused at the door leaned his body on the door and gazed thoughtfully at the whore the American blonde brought for his sexual pleasure. He studied the dashing lady as she dimmed her yes at him, smacked her lips lustfully, slid out a cigar from her bag, lit and blew a cloud of smoke at him.

“Do I need to tell you no smoking in jail?” said Mr. Fanny staring at her with less interest.

“I am not a prisoner.” She smoked on and added, “I am a client.” She blew a gorgeous cloud of smoke, stood up furiously and stated undressing.

“Heh, hold on, hold on,” Mr. Fanny pled. “